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...have exercised like this - obsessively, a bit grimly - for years, but recently I began to wonder: Why am I doing this? Except for a two-year period at the end of an unhappy relationship - a period when I self-medicated with lots of Italian desserts - I have never been overweight. One of the most widely accepted, commonly repeated assumptions in our culture is that if you exercise, you will lose weight. But I exercise all the time, and since I ended that relationship and cut most of those desserts, my weight has returned to the same...
...Mercat a la Planxa Part tapas bar, part Latin grill, Mercat a la Planxa marks a coming home of sorts for locally raised chef Jose Garces, the wonder-toque of Philadelphia's top Nuevo Latino eateries. Opened last year in the Blackstone Hotel, Mercat is a Catalan kitchen and Garces' first hometown restaurant. A meal at Mercat is kicked off with a cocktail menu strong on sangria and cava as dishes big and small flow freely from a glass-tiled open kitchen. Tiny padron peppers come fried in a crust of salbitxada (almond sauce); Catalan sausage and meatballs serve...
...been elected President. On May 8, 1945, Harry Truman got an even better gift for his 61st birthday: Germany surrendered in World War II. As the rest of the U.S. celebrated V-E day, Truman shared a cake with secretaries, aides and close friends. With precedents like that, no wonder Obama is working today. See a TIME health-care poll...
...wonder that as I became middle-aged, I decided to write an historical novel. And then, by plunging deeply into research for a couple of years in order to invent my fictional version of 1848 - the year Heyday begins - I became even more attuned to the arcs and patterns of history. Indeed, I became hopelessly addicted to the Long View. Last fall, as Wall Street crashed and a very grim New York City future looked very plausible, my historian's tic kicked in again. In my New York magazine column I compulsively imagined the present from the future...
...took on an alias worthy of an old-school rapper. Certain that every word was being monitored, I embarked on a crash course in Internet and PC security, schooling myself on the possibilities of deep-package inspection, VPNs and onion-routing. It was not long before I began to wonder at the online company that I was keeping. What was this world that I had entered? Who exactly, other than pedophiles, committed civil libertarians and the occasional serial killer, bothers with deep encryption...? (See pictures of the aftermath of Iran's turbulent election...